Everyday life
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Mattia’s grande storiella
My name is Mattia Ferretti and I was born in Reggio Emilia. I am 25 years old and I studied architecture in…
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The orange trees
There is a street in Rome filled with orange trees. Who knows who, one day, perhaps from the local municipality, decided to…
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The cage
One hundred, one hundred and one, one hundred and two. The neighbour had put on some jazz music. One hundred and five,…
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Other people’s stories
Untied shoes, a foot in a puddle. The umbrella got stuck between the bag and the coat, one of the long ribsgot…
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A Sunday like any other
The television remained on, despite the empty couch. Anita, on the balcony, was shouting over the phone waving her hands, as though…
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The shortest journey
It was a typical Friday afternoon. At the end of the classes, Marco hung out with his classmates. To tell the truth,…
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All the gravity’s fault pt.1
Inexplicably, perhaps due to a technical error during the journey, he had arrived at the wrong destination. And consider that he was…
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Coincidence or destiny?
Poor Massimiliano. Look how he tries to fight against time to arrive punctual. But what is he doing? He is going to…
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A taxi ride
Another ride, another race. Two passengers get on as soon as the others have just left. The square called “Piazza dei Cinquecento”…
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6 am.
Lucy puts the key in the keyhole of the front door. She holds her breath thinking she will make less noise this…
